At night, Ye Chen left the ancient tomb and returned to Zhuxian Town under the moonlight. The old man in blood robe was so cruel that he swallowed countless people and stained the supposedly peaceful town with blood.
When I stepped through the city gate, everything I saw was desolate. Too many houses were hung with white silk. Too many orphans and widowed mothers, wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, knelt in front of their homes, throwing paper money into the brazier, choking and crying. , resounding throughout the town, the dark night is destined to be accompanied by tears.
Ye Chen sighed in his heart and felt an inexplicable guilt. If he had thought of using the power of blood earlier, these people might not have to die.
"Master Ye is back." As he was walking, someone called out.
When the people of Zhuxian Town heard this, they all gathered together. Without saying a word, they knelt on the ground and shouted for help. If it weren't for Ye Chen today, they would not have been able to escape death. Compared to other gods who were above them. , this hero is the real savior.
Ye Chen didn't say a word. He only used gentle power to hold up the people and walked quietly to the small garden. He said that he was the savior. Even he found it ridiculous. When it came to killing people, he was better than the old man in blood robe. Kill more.
In this world, there is no savior, only... cruel laws.
Ling Feng and others also came, but did not come forward. They only watched Ye Chen silently. From Ye Chen's bleak back, they seemed to see a corner of the cultivation world, full of killings, covered with blood and bones, and a god in the eyes of the world. , have you ever shown compassion to all sentient beings
Under the spotlight of everyone, Ye Chen's figure gradually faded away.
In the street, Ye Chen pushed open the garden gate tiredly, and saw the evil demon sitting in front of the stone table, drinking quietly, ignoring his return.
"You should have heard my call." Ye Chen walked over slowly and spoke calmly.
"Listen clearly." The demon held the wine glass and sipped the wine carefully.
"When the evil star was born, you showed pity on the people and sent down the heavenly rain. Why did you not save them this time?"
"Are you questioning this god?"
"How dare you." Ye Chen laughed at himself and sat under the old tree.
"Dignified ancient holy body, you are also a person who has walked on the mountain of corpses. When did you become so sentimental?" The evil demon turned his back to Ye Chen and spoke slowly, "During the day, I was in Zhuxian Town, and you didn't save me. I will save the lonely star of the evil god, but I can only save her. The life and death of mortals have nothing to do with me. Your sighs and guilt are not compassion, but resentment and resentment against the law. Do you want to change it? , but unfortunately, there is nothing you can do.”
"There is something in your words." Ye Chen said calmly.
"You are a smart man. Since you can understand, why bother pretending to be deaf and dumb." The demon filled another glass, put it in front of his nose, and gently smelled the aroma of the wine. He did not turn around from the beginning to the end.
Ye Chen fell silent, lowered his head and lowered his eyes. He should have understood that this was still a test, testing his state of mind. The reason for pity was because he was not cold enough, and he was powerless to hate the cruel laws. In terms of performance, no matter how great the emperor of Chu is, no matter how great the supreme emperor is, they are all unable to defeat the majesty of heaven and earth.
At some point, he got up, went back to his room, covered his head and fell asleep.
In the garden, the evil spirit was still there, drinking wine quietly, and under the bright moon, she was still whispering softly, "Fuxi, you are too harsh on him."
With a sigh, only the wine glass was left on the table, and there was no evil spirit in front of the table.
The night is not quiet, the mournful cries are still there, and losing a loved one is destined to be difficult to sleep.
Along with tears, the dim night gradually faded away.
Zhuxian Town in the early morning was not as prosperous as in the past. There were too many funerals and paper money was scattered all over the streets. At a glance, there were white flowers and there were too many people wearing hemp and mourning.
In front of the fortune-telling table, Ye Chen sat quietly, silent, neither happy nor sad.
Today, it is destined that no one will come to divination, and everyone will be immersed in pain.
"All the money I have saved over the years has been shared with the poor. Is this... considered a good deed?" The first person to come today was Shangguan Jiu. He never paid for drinks. It was rare for him to be generous. For a martial arts master, He is also a mortal, and he also believes that good deeds will be rewarded with good deeds.
"If you drink less flower wine a few times, you'll have everything you need." Yang Xuan curled his lips and said.
"It's as if you didn't go."
"I'll pay for it all the time, and you still have the nerve to say it."
"On this day of mourning, you two can definitely have some snacks." Ling Feng said leisurely.
As soon as these words came out, both of them stopped.
Grief, can you not grieve? They are all Jianghu people who lick blood with the tip of a knife. For the first time, they feel that someone has died... so sad. Perhaps, they truly regard this place as their home.
Not long after, Mr. Yang Ge also came, holding little Yang Lan in his arms.
The gratitude of the family of three to Ye Chen is indescribable. Compared with other people in the town, they were lucky. At the critical moment, they were saved by the martial arts myth.
January passed quietly, and this mortal town gradually returned to normal.
It was another night, Ye Chen slept peacefully.
The sky is full of stars tonight, and occasionally a ray of starlight shines through the window, slanting on Ye Chen's face, making his brows slightly wrinkled, as if he had a terrible nightmare.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw clouds and mist in front of his eyes. As the clouds gradually dispersed, a vast expanse of mountains and rivers came into view. Every mountain, every river, every plant and every tree was as warm and friendly as his memory. This is Dachu, his hometown.
"Dream back to Da Chu." Ye Chen was extremely excited and walked straight to Heng Yue Sect through the void.
Dachu at night is peaceful and quiet, and Jade Girl Peak at night is still so beautiful.
When Ye Chen arrived, all the girls were there, doing embroidery and watering flowers, such as Xiyan and Luo Xi, all holding their chins in their hands and looking up at the stars.
Apart from them, there was a little guy who was not sleepy at all. He was chasing butterflies on the grass with staggering steps, sometimes calling out "Mother" and sometimes giggling.
That was little Ye Fan, who was still two or three years old. His so-called memory also stayed in his childhood. He was quite sensible when he was young. He would lie in front of the window in the dead of night, looking out eagerly, waiting for his mother to come. Return.
Ye Chen smiled and cried. It had been seventy-six years since he left, and he had never thought of coming back. It was in the form of a dream. He could see his relatives, but their relatives could not see him.
"Daddy." While Ye Chen was watching, he suddenly heard little Ye Fan calling. The little guy was very excited and ran towards Ye Chen with small steps.
Ye Chen was stunned, can the little guy see me
The girls were also stunned and looked sideways, thinking that Ye Chen was back, but they couldn't see anything.
While he was talking, little Ye Fan had already run to Ye Chen's feet, raised his little head, stretched out his little hands, and said in a sweet voice, "Daddy, give me a hug."
"Can you really see it?" Ye Chen opened his mouth and was completely confused.
You know, he is in a dream now, and Ye Fan is in reality. Logically speaking, Ye Fan cannot see him, which violates the law of reality and illusion.
"Daddy, give me a hug." The little guy was still begging, interrupting Ye Chen's thoughts.
Ye Chen's nose felt sore after hearing this, and he squatted down subconsciously. After calculation, he had not hugged Ye Fan for seventy-six years, so he was not a competent father.
However, he was the man in the dream after all. He could not touch Mark or hold him in his arms.
The little guy cried, his eyes filled with tears.
The girls came over, Chu Xuan was the fastest and hugged little Ye Fan. Chu Ling held the handkerchief, wiped his tears, and said with a gentle smile, "Fan'er is good."
Xiyan and the others also knelt down, each took the dolls, and coaxed the little guy, thinking that he missed his parents too much.
Little Ye Fan was also sensible, so he stopped crying and just looked at Ye Chen eagerly.
The girls' pretty eyebrows furrowed slightly, and when they finally got to Mark's side, they felt a familiar aura, as if someone was watching them.
"The dream returns to the ages." Chu Xuan'er murmured to herself.
"Ye Chen, is that you?" Chu Ling'er hurriedly asked, staring in front of her eyes. Although she couldn't see it, she could feel it, as if she knew that dreams could connect dreams and reality through the ages.
"It's me." Ye Chen smiled with tears in his eyes, but they were destined not to hear it.
The night is getting darker.
Little Ye Fan fell asleep and was carried back to the room.
But the girls couldn't sleep.
Before Ye Chen left, his illusory body was floating there, watching quietly. This dream seemed to be very long, and he had to watch it until it was over.
Suddenly, a trace of autumn wind blew, carrying the woman's fragrance.
In front of the window of Ye Fan's room, there was an illusory woman, reflecting the moonlight, bright and flawless, and as beautiful as a dream. After a closer look, she turned out to be Ji Ningshuang. She looked at the sleeping Ye Fan, then looked back and looked at Ye Chen Yanran. A smile.